Dora entered the room, Stine turned to her. The woman poured herself a drink and emptied the glass in one gulp. The man stubbed out another cigarette in the sphincter of Alon, threw it into the after, to the other cigarette butts, got up and pulled out a ring, giving the sphincter to shrink.
“So, no... I think he's done dancing around. We just need to pick him up,” said Stine.
Dora nodded.
“Exactly.”
The masters kissed, and Stine was gone. Dora got undressed.
“Come here, work, stop dawdling.”
Apparently, Aletta could no longer pretend to be aroused by the feelings of others. She wanted to fuck with a handsome male.
“Shall I wash up, mistress?”
“Don't, need to,” shrugged it off Aletta. “Come here.”
Alon gently stood up, the movement caused pain, wounded ass ached unbearably, he approached the mistress. Aletta patted the bed, smiled. Alon lay down and hugged the woman. Aletta buried in the chest of the slave.
“Come on,” she exhaled.
Alon began to caress her, kissing her, he knew she was waiting for compliments, and told them. When the man possessed her, Aletta moaned excitedly.
“Tell me, how beautiful am I, tell, how you find me in bed...” whispered Aletta.
“You're delightful, mistress.”
“More tender,” said Aletta.
“You’re beautiful, darling,” said Alon, moving stronger.
The woman closed her eyes, smiling. She cummed earlier than usual because she did not obstruct to Alon; she closed her eyes, hid in the strong arms of the beautiful slave.
Aletta did not forget her idea and regularly gave an enema to Alon half an hour after each meal.
After lunch, the masters and the slaves went to the pool. In the pool, they discussed how and when to kidnap the brassy boy.
“It means, there will be fresh meat soon,” said Amos, Gene's slave. Slaves swam right there, nearby, today they were allowed to communicate with each other. Alon, without participating in a conversation, was listening to both, pretending to be fascinated by water.
After the pool, the whole company went to Aletta's room. The woman led Alon, holding his cock.
Ad, who was just wandering around the ship whole day long, in search of Alon, finally saw a familiar back. The boy exhaled happily and followed the company. Ad recognised neither Aletta nor Stine; he never remembered random faces. There were too many of them. The boy ran into the corridor after them, began to pry as Alon was forced to suck some master. Ad leaned back on the wall, bit the back of his palm. He also wanted to possess Alon, to own, to belong…
Then, the man cummed on the face of Alon, and he was taken to the room. The door closed after them, and Ad ran to the door, he wasn’t sure to knock now or come later, because he should have ever had some free time.
“Oh, who's this here?” heard the Ad's voice behind him. The handsome turned around.
“I…”
“Eloquently,” sighed the man and opened the cabin door, pushed the boy there. Ad didn’t resist; in fact, it was exactly the place where he needed to. The man solved the problem of choice, that was good.
The masters looked at the newcomers.
“Gene?!” Aletta said, stunned.
“Yeah, well, is that surprising?” the man spread his arms.
“Where did you get him?” Melinda laughed. “It is so you!”
“At the door. Well, come in, stop staying here…”
Ad briefly looked at the masters and saw Alon and slightly shrugged his shoulder, heading towards him.
Stine stopped the boy by the shoulder and turned to himself.
“Well done. It’ll count down, that you’ve come here yourself.”
Ad, waving off, jerked the corner of the lips and, releasing the shoulder, went further. Stine caught him by the hair, pulled him back.
“I didn’t let you go.”
“But I'm not here for you, I... I need to…” Ad reached to Alon.
“Oh, he liked our joke,” understood Aletta. “What, you, boy, did not understand that Al is a slave?”
“I can give you some trinket,” Ad dazzlingly smiled to Alon.
Alon swallowed, Ad still got caught and now the masters wouldn’t get off the daring slave until humble or break him, but where is his patron? The beast caressed the boy's face with the eyes, he wasn’t hoping to see Ad anymore, but Alon would rather prefer never to see the boy, than to see him in this company. This was over; the dream was collapsing right in front of his eyes. The fear of the masters, hammered for many years in, struggled with the fear for Ad.
“Do you want to get him?” smarmily asked Stine.
Ad nodded.
“But what do you have that you can give for him?”
“What do you want for him?”
“This slave is not for sale,” evilly smiled Stine. “But you can stay, you'll get him when you deserve. Or leave.”
“Oh,” Gene told Melinda, “when Stine will have finished showing off, the newbie will have suck to Al, send him to my bedroom, I’ll cut his balls off.
Gene went into the bedroom.
“What do you mean you by ‘deserve’?” asked Ad.
“If you’ll be obedient,” chuckled Stine.
“How long?”
“How long what?” didn’t understand the master.
“How long I need to obey and to earn him? Before you give him to me?”
“Until I decide.”
“And will you?”
“I will,” promised Stine with a smile. “But it could take years.”
“Okay,” Ad reached to Alon.
“May I speak, master?” asked Alon.
Stine nodded.
“Hardly his daddy-politician will approve the decision of his son, master.”
“But after all, his daddy isn’t here and, moreover, he volunteered to become a slave.”
“He hardly wouldn’t notice that his son has not returned, master.”
“Not scary,” waved Stine off.
“The boy is amusing himself, and we will have trouble, master.”
“We'll give the boy away,” Stine shrugged his shoulders.
Ad was thinking about something, apparently, was trying to understand whether his daddy would approve his decision.
“I can't leave without him,” Ad again rushed to Alon.
Stine once again pulled the boy by the hair to him.
“You have to ask permission for anything you want to do.”
“May I already go to Alon,” grumpily said Ad.
Stine moved his head, staring expectantly at the boy. Ad waiting stared at Stine in response.
“What?” he asked.
“After each compellation, you should add mistress or master.”
Ad lowered his head, smiling involuntarily.
“Well, may I go to Alon now, mistress?”
The slaves burst out laughing, Alon anxiously shook his head, Stine was vindictive and did not forgive humiliation. Three whips fell on the backs of the laughing slaves. Stine jerked the hair of Ad, dragged him into the bedroom.
“You won’t get him today. If you don’t like it - leave.”
Alon nodded quietly, showing Ad to leave.
Ad looked at Alon inquiringly.
“Go away,” breathed the man out with his lips only.
“Why?” asked Ad the same way.
“Because you don't belong here,” Alon wanted to scream.
“Run,” Alon tried to put in one word, the whole horror of the situation.
Ad incomprehensibly shook his head, Stine pushed him into the bedroom.
“Enjoy, Gene,” closed the bedroom door, Stine.
Alon looked at the door, trying to swallow the fear, he strained his ears, trying to hear what was happening there. The imagination was vividly painted a scary picture of broken Ad. Soon Alon didn’t need to strain ears. He heard a hysterical cry of Ad, a nervous scream of Gene and again of Ad. The masters were interested and looked at the door. Stine chuckled and looked at Amir.
“Gene's on fire.”
“I'd like to see it,” replied Amir.
“Master, may I have a look?” Amos turned to Amir.
Amir gave a vague shrug.
Alon stepped over from foot to foot. Stine chuckled and unbuttoned his trousers.
“Come here.”
The slave came. Stine's by collar put him on the knees, and penetrated, began to move sharply. Aletta was bragging to Melinda, what kind of boots she had bought in the port. She sat down in a chair and stretched out her leg in the boot to Alon.
“Like it?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” Alon said.
“Then kiss. And make the soles clean, I dusted them when was arriving from the port.”
Alon began obediently to lick the soles of Aletta.
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